He Kun's face was extremely ugly. This virtue was so strong that he won two games in a row.
The most important thing is that Duan De has a bad mouth. Even if he wins, that guy will continue to hurt others.
"Continue!" He Kun gritted his teeth and said.
Then another person came on the scene, also a ninth-level martial artist. This was a young man holding a sword.
This guy was carrying a narrow knife on his back, the blade was pitch black and exuded a cold and cold light.
When everyone saw this guy, they felt an inexplicable chill in their hearts.
The killing intent is too strong!
"This guy is so murderous." A monk exclaimed, his eyes full of horror.
When Duan De looked at the man holding a narrow knife in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"You dare to show murderous intent in front of me and seek death!" Duan De said coldly.
When he finished saying this, he rushed over.
Chi!
The Taomu Sword slashed horizontally and was used directly as a sword. The sword power in his body also exploded, crushing towards the man.
boom!
Soon a battle broke out between the two sides, and the auras in the field were surging and intertwined, making it very bright and dazzling.
The sound of explosions and muffled sounds are endless.
After everyone saw it, their hearts were filled with doubts.
Because no one knows the outcome, both sides hope that their side will win.
However, before everyone's hearts were hung for a long time, the result had already come out.
boom!
A figure flew out.
Everyone took a closer look and saw the young man holding a narrow knife.
Duan De's mahogany sword cut off the narrow knife.
There was a deep scar all over the person's chest, with bones and even internal organs visible.
"How cruel!" When He Kun saw this scene, the murderous intent was extremely strong in his eyes.
Because every time Duan De made a move, he always dealt a fatal blow, and none of the disciples from Longlou Mountain who fought against him have survived.
You must know that He Kun and the disciples of Longlou Mountain are all elites, with strong talents and strong combat effectiveness.
But on Duan De's side, he was completely helpless.
It's already the fifth game.
Longloushan lost three games.
"Continue!" Duan De said arrogantly.
That aura felt very strong in the eyes of the Tianxuan Sect disciples, causing them to exclaim again and again.
"Is this fat guy so powerful? He's so strong."
"Tch, he is so strong. Either he was defeated by Su Qiye, or Su Qiye was not here. If Su Qiye was here, he would probably be able to sweep across the opponent."
But in front of the disciples at Longlou Mountain, they were extremely angry.
"Master, let me come, I will definitely kill him!"
"Master, let me do it. That damn fat man's sword is very strong, and no one else can possibly be his opponent."
A group of people wanted to come on stage and kill Duan De.
"He Kun, are all the people in Longlou Mountain like you useless? There is not a single one who can fight. Why don't you send a few more people at once? I'll take over too!" Duan De said arrogantly.
As soon as these words came out, there was a huge wave of shock in an instant.
"So arrogant. Such arrogant words came from Su Qiye's mouth before."
"Is this damn fat guy really not afraid of death? If five people are sent to the other side, can he win?"
"Damn it, this damn fat guy, Master, I'll go first. I must kill him and avenge my brothers!" A monk from Longlou Mountain went up to him without saying a word.
"Damn you, fat man, die!" The guy roared angrily and rushed over.
Unfortunately, the results are the same.
After being suppressed by Duan De's sword force, he beheaded him with one sword strike.
"We won again!" Ye Yuntian was excited.
"Long Shi, come on!" He Kun couldn't bear it anymore and said to a young man behind him.
This guy's face was slightly sickly pale, he looked very weak, and he only had one arm, and the sleeve on his right hand was empty.
The one-armed young man nodded and walked slowly onto the martial arts field. He felt very vain when he walked, as if he would fall down at any time.
When Duan De saw the person in front of him, he still had a look of disdain on his face.
"A man with one arm who is disabled and can't even stand on the road dares to come up? It seems that there is no one in Longlou Mountain." Duan De said with a sneer, this guy's mouth is very bad.
Everyone in Longlou Mountain was extremely angry, but many people had cold eyes flashing in their eyes.
Everyone was complaining from the bottom of their hearts.
"Boy, you won't be crazy for long, you will be dead soon!"
"Long Shi has great sword power. Especially, his sword is very weird and has condensed the seeds of sword intent!"
The monks at Longlou Mountain began to talk among themselves, full of confidence in the one-armed young man.
After coming on the field, the one-armed young man glanced at Duan De and said nothing.
Duan De said very arrogantly: "Boy, I don't even have any hands. I'll give you three swords first, so as not to say that I bullied you!"
"Give me three swords and you will die!" the one-armed young man said calmly.
When he spoke, his breath was very weak, making it sound like he was about to die at any moment.
"Tch, if you don't brag, will you die? If you brag again, your life will be dead." Duan De laughed with great disdain.
The one-armed young man opposite nodded and said, "Then get ready, I'm going to take action."
"Move, move, I will stand here and let you attack. If I move even half a step, I will lose!" Duan De was extremely arrogant, thinking that there was no way he could lose, and he was very confident in himself.
The next moment, the one-armed young man moved.
He used his left hand to backhand the long sword hanging on his back.
The moment the long sword was unsheathed, a crisp sword cry suddenly sounded.
The moment the voice sounded, many people felt their hearts tightening and trembling violently.
Even Duan De's eyes narrowed and he was shocked in his heart.
"What a strong sword spirit!" Duan De exclaimed.
However, a flash of sword light shrouded him like a dark cloud, and Duan De hurriedly released the sword power in his body.
But it was too late, a figure appeared in front of him instantly, it was the one-armed young man.
At this time, the one-armed young man seemed to have changed into a different person. He was very fast, and even when he drew the sword with his left hand, it was very sharp.
One sword coming out is like ten thousand swords coming.
It was also accompanied by a terrifying will, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing toward his face.
The aloof look on Duan De's face disappeared in an instant, leaving only horror.
This was the first time he felt such panic, just like when he faced Su Qiye.
"The power of the sword is great, the seed of sword intention!" Duan De exclaimed, then he raised the mahogany sword and placed it across his chest.
Ding!
boom!
A sword slashed forward and struck directly on his peach wood sword. In an instant, flames shot out, and the sound of gold and iron colliding was heard.
Duan De felt as if a huge mountain was coming towards him, and at that moment it was too late to dodge.
The whole person was like an arrow, being cut off and flew out.
Throughout the whole process, the one-armed young man fired two swords.
"It's over!" These two words came to Duan De's mind.
Because the one-armed young man rushed at him again, at an unusually fast speed, and the sword in his hand struck at him without hesitation.
boom!
The air vibrated, as if it had been shattered.
"It's over! That damn fat guy is going to lose!"
"Here I go, this disability is a bit fierce!"
The expressions of everyone in Tianxuan Sect all changed. They did not expect such a result.
Duan De was completely unable to resist, and was sent flying by a one-armed slasher.
"This..." Ye Yuntian's eyes suddenly condensed, and his eyes almost popped out.